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Asma Hamid

I'm the anon that stalks on you. I'm the anon that insults you. I'm the anon that gives you crappy advice. I'm the anon that you fight with. I'm the anon that talks true shits. And I'm the anon that you didn't know.

absoluteloud-ness: 2006-2008
iztele: 2009

BTW, just because the layout is pink, it doesn't mean I like pink.
28 September 2010
5:47 PM 0 Comments

(insert the age you want to be)

22 September 2010
9:32 PM 0 Comments

I can't do this. They shouldn't make history a subject. I. Don't. Know. What. To. Do. Any. More.
I'm scared that I might give up even before I tried.

21 September 2010
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FR: Muaz, you're my brother from another mother
Me: Don't follow him, he's not your brother.

"If you heard the ceramah before, you wouldn't speak to us like that"
No offence but I don't understand why you said that.

I don't know anything these days and it's two weeks before PMR. Great ain't it? Life I mean. Isn't life great? What's wrong with me? I'm going to sleep.

I'M SCARED. I'M REALLY SCARED. And it's not mainly because of PMR.

17 September 2010
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I can't wait 'til it's over. I'm gonna but myself rollerblades... I need to make myself thin again. Yes, I was thin, at one point of life and then Malaysia's food happened. I'm going to beg my dad to let me go for ice skating lessons. I'm going to go to all the Scout events there are. I'm also going to go out with my friends. I'm going to cook... eh, no I'm not. TRICKED YOU THERE, DIDN'T I?

I'm going to go online 24/7 and I'm going to talk to my friends until my mouth goes dry. I'm also going to start playing all the stupid games there are but it wouldn't be stupid after I play it. I'm going to go out shopping after I go thin and but everything I want. I'm going to...

how unbelievable

Okay, I'm going to snap out of it and go to sleep. See you next Sunday. (Just kidding)

07 September 2010
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I can't look back in 5 years and remember all the stuff I did this Ramadhan. And I can't go ''HEY! AND THEN...'' like what I did when I read my old blogs. Sad stuff. My fault though, I warned myself in my previous blog already. So yeh, sad.

I went to my Uncle's house and he built a go-kart. So I went on it. So yeah, it's cool.

Eid's on Friday, innit? I'm going to Muar on Wednesday... tomorrow. I'm waiting for Aisyah to come back with the cookie ingredients. Yes, I'm gonna make them. Like last year. PMR is so close and I can't wait for it to be done with cos I wanna party after that. Kay just kidding, I don't think I can. But I'm gonna get roller blades and use em for an hour everyday. Then I can be as thin as my brother. I can't wait to be thin. Haha, funny innit?

I miss typing like this. All random stuff coming out. I miss my old class. :( I read last year's blog and loads of funny things happened in class. Not much this year. HARDLY. I miss my class mates aswell. But yeh, what can I do innit?

Kay bye. My tummy hurts,

02 September 2010
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In life, people will come and go. Today, I feel as if I just lost someone that has made a big impact in my life although I have only gotten to know her for about 4 months. She's my Malay teacher. Out of all the teachers that have taught me, from when I was in Primary right until now, I know that she will be the one of the teachers that I will remember until the last day I live and you're probably wondering why.

I moved class in May and I had different teachers. At first, I thought all the teachers would be chilled. But then, my Malay teacher came in. Saying that I was scared is the biggest understatement at that time because I was beyond terrified. After I found out that she was my Malay teacher, I wanted to change class, I asked but then I couldn't. So I decided to just live with it.

The second time she came in, I was ready to face her or at least I thought I was. That second time scared me. But then the third came. She spoke to me, she asked me about the class, she asked me if I liked my surroundings and I was honest with her. I felt as if the class was my family. She then made a joke. Got me laughing. To be honest, sometimes she made jokes, I fake laugh because I was too scared to understand it.

A few days later, when she walked in I WAS BEYOND HAPPY. I started laughing because I understand her jokes. I started communicating with her. I started enjoying her class. It takes time to get used to the way people teach or act and it took time for me to get used to her. But then I got used to her. I found out how motherly she acts, how much I've learnt from her and how happy I am when she's teaching. Bak kata pepatah ''Tak kenal, maka tak cinta.''

One time, she didn't come and so on that day we didn't have her in class, I felt as if my day wasn't completed. I think I've been scold by her more than anyone in class but I can't say that I hate it because I really appreciate it. Come on, you tell me how many people get the attention from her more than the people she scolds. Exactly. A day without her making a joke is basically non-existing.

Just then, she made a speech. You see, after Eid we have to change teachers because they want to send her to some other class. She was saying how everything... okay I can't really put the whole speech here. But I nearly teared up because she's basically leaving us. She's not going to teach us any more. Simple as that, right? No.

Because of her, I enjoy my Malay lessons. Because of her, I speak more Malay. Because of her, I understand more Malay now. Because of her, I look forward to going to school. Because of her, I look forward of getting my mistakes pointed out. Because of her, I enjoy standing up to answer questions. Because of her, I know how much a teacher should care for their students. Because of her, my Malay isn't that bad any more. Because of her, I learnt how to appreciate a teacher. Because of her, my ideas pop up in Malay. Because of her, I have learnt many guides to life. Because of her, I know what type of husband to search for. Because of her, when I go out, I can laugh at a sign that says ''Kedai Menjahit Pakaian Perempuan''. Because of her, I have tried dancing Kuda Kepang. Because of her, I got the change to jump in mud to catch fishes. Because of her, I stayed at Dorani Homestay. Because of her, I got to sit in the bus with my friends. Because of her, I learnt so many new things. And finally, because of her, I have a Kamus Dewan under my table.

I FEEL SO EMOTIONAL. I don't think I can give her anything that can pay off everything she's done for me. She helped me so much, in life and in... Malay. And these are the reasons why I will never forget my Malay teacher.
It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
It's Puan Sharifah Noora, btw. Tee Hee. :D

01 September 2010
Sleepover at Iman's
3:07 PM 0 Comments

Was awesome.

We went to her house... well I went to her house at 5 after it stopped raining. Then we talked and when everyone arrived, we went to cook! Well, I didn't. I just watched. We made fun of Farhana because she was cutting the veges until it was real tiny. Baby size. Haha. Iman made soup to go with noodles and Farhana had to taste it (she wasn't fasting) and after a few of them Iman gave up because it didn't taste like anything... to her. At all. So after that, Iman basically put the whole bottle of chicken stock in there. Iman then told us that it was 7 so each of us were counting the minute without being so obvious (tak yah tipu :P). 10 minutes later, I walked in and the clock still said 7. Funny Iman, funny.

We broke our fast and I had to sit next to the drinks. So after 2 minutes, they'll be like ''Asma, nak bandung.'' But I've learnt my lesson, when I go to Muar, I'm not sitting next to the drinks! We then went upstairs to get ready for Isya' and Tarawih. We went and left Farhana. We came in late but it didn't matter. After Isya' everyone prayed sunat rawatib. Ana stood up, she then sat back down. After the first 2 rakaat of Tarawih, Farah gave up and sat down until the imam read Al-Fatihah. Clever cheater. Haha. We then went home... well Iman's house.

What did we do... Oh yeah, ate cookies. Haha. I think we finished it. Anyway, we went up to Iman's room with the cookies. ''WHO STOLE THE COOKIE FROM THE COOKIE JAR? who me? YES YOU! couldn't have been. THEN WHO?'' That was random. :0 Anyway, what happened? Dumdidum. OH YEH, Iman forced me to wear them face mask. And then we took pictures. Funny shyte. After that, Farhana went all emo. Boo you! Dum di dum. What happened? Oh yeah, we talked. THEN WE WENT PRANK CALLING PEOPLE. I now have a new name - SAMY because of that.
M: Hello, are you A?
A: Yes, who is this?
M: I'm from the Fish and Chips store down the road, where are you?
A: Why?
And it went on from that. One time, I went ''It's freezing cold'' and then I realised that we're in Malaysia. How stupid. Farhana did one asking for directions. The guy at the other side of the line was stuttering trying to speak English but he was so nice. Then we had more moody Farhana. We talked and chatted until early morning.

Next morning, we woke up for sahur and then went to sleep. Whatelse? Oh then we showered and got ready for bowling. We arrived at The Curve and found out that it was closed so we walked around. Then we went bowling. Ana won, I lost. Okay. Then we walked and everyone got tired so we went into MPH and read. After that, we went back to Iman's. AND WE PLAYED LIFE!

We then went to the Surau for a talk on self motivation. At first I was sleepy, I fell asleep then I went to the toilet to wash my face. After that, I was alright. Went back to Iman's for buka and stayed there right until my dad finished Tarawih. I then went home.